This weekend, I checked out from everything external. I'm not exaggerating when I say it was my favorite weekend.
I still haven't left my house since Friday and have been on my phone very little. I soaked up every minute with family.
Then, yesterday morning, my wife asked me to stay home for the week. I hadn't yet taken myself there mentally, but that forced immediate thoughts:
I stayed home, but what did all of my co-workers do? What about the others in the building? What about people coming in to our office?
I won't judge others decisions on what they did this weekend.
Symptoms may not show for 2 weeks? So, people who don't feel bad might carry the virus?
I'm not that concerned about getting the virus (silly in it's own right), but what if I passed the virus to someone who couldn't handle it?
There is no reason for me to be in the office, I can do everything remotely. I can self-manage.
As the "pace car" on the team, though it was crystal clear the responsible decision was to "STAY HOME!", I still felt angst about making the call to work from home.
But then I made that very call, well, 10 calls, and did so confidently. Talking to my teammates individually, it was clear that I have good people I can trust.